Anti-hero of a certain comic

After Leo took Alpha, the leader of the Shadow Warriors away, silence returned to the living room.

"This student of yours is very interesting."

Tonghu said with a smile, holding his hands on his chest.

He was like a heavy statue made of steel, full of strength.

Tonghu stood next to Nissa, glanced down at the ninja master's daughter, and then turned his attention to Ms. Siwa lying on the sofa.

"Leo is a very complicated man."

Ms. Siwa put her hands behind her head and raised a smile on her lips.

After a moment, she turned her head and stared at Nisha whose hands and feet were bound, and said coldly: "If you move again, I will beat you to death."

The tone was calm, without any hint of threat.

However, the latter seemed to have encountered a natural enemy, and his body immediately became extremely stiff, and the small movements he was making stopped, like a trembling little sheep.

Nissa did not forget that this woman with terrifyingly high combat power knocked down her own weapon in just three rounds.

All the fighting skills she learned in the Assassin's League were useless in front of the opponent. Archery, hidden weapons, and cold weapons were completely useless.

The daughter of a ninja master still remembers the hand strangling her neck. The strong feeling of suffocation was like the shadow of death hanging over the head, making people feel chilled all over.

After seeing that Nisha was calm, Ms. Siwa rolled over from the sofa and sat up, picked up the cup of black tea that Leo had not finished, and took a sip gently.

"The workmanship is as bad as ever."

The corners of her mouth couldn't help but twitch, but she still chose to finish the drink.

As an heir born into a big family, it is obviously impossible to expect Leo to have superb cooking skills and first-rate tea making skills.

In the few years they traveled around the world together, the head of the White family had only barely improved from being able to make dark dishes to a level that was not unpalatable.

"Ben, people like us pursue very simple things, such as higher martial arts realm, stronger opponents, etc."

Ms. Siwa looked in the direction of the drunkard, sighed softly and said, "But my student is different. What he wants seems to be within easy reach, but in fact it is the most difficult to get."

Tonghu frowned slightly. He had just joined the small team of the Sky Eye Club, and his understanding of the young officer was only superficial.

He has a friendly attitude, a gentle smile, and knows how to be measured and distanced when interacting with others. Most of these come from the elite and good education of the White family.

However, in the Gulag prison, Tonghu also saw another side of Leo.

His fighting style is cold and sharp, and his work style is neat and tidy. These are very similar to his junior sister, Ms. Siwa.

"Little Leo is an extremely insecure person. I felt it when I first met him. It's hard to imagine that a person would be so afraid of the future, like a prophet who foresees the end of the world, full of confusion and confusion. helpless."

Ms. Siwa's eyes were dazed, as if she remembered the scene when they first met.

Leo, who was still young and childish at that time, found Master Otomo's martial arts gym and seriously made a request to become a disciple.

Even if he was rejected several times, he was not discouraged, his attitude was firm and serious, and he later completed all the tests that were almost difficult.

It is precisely because of this that Ms. Siwa gradually changed her mind about this rich man who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

Later, she no longer maintained her previous contemptuous attitude and accepted the request to become his teacher.

"It wasn't until he experienced battle after battle, won victory after victory, and grew from weak to strong that Leo began to get rid of this anxiety that he didn't know where it came from and dared to face his future path."

Ms. Siwa's lips curled up slightly. She witnessed with her own eyes Leo's step-by-step transformation and growth into what he is now.

"That's why you admire him"

Tonghu raised his eyebrows. At that time, he and his junior brother Richard Long had left the gym and traveled around the world.

So they only knew that Ms. Siwa had an extra student, but they had never actually seen her.

Until an accidental encounter in the Gulag prison, Tonghu followed Leo to Star City to catch up with his junior sister whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and by the way, he joined the Sky Eye Society at her invitation.

 

The world's top martial artists sound very illustrious and majestic, but in fact they are inseparable from the troubles of ordinary people.

They need to consider their basic necessities, food, housing, and transportation, and they also hope to get opportunities to show their talents and have a platform to make use of themselves.

Based on Bronze Tiger's character, it is impossible for him to join gangs and bully the weak, nor is he willing to become a mercenary like Deadshot, who relies on killing people to make wealth.

The powerful power he possesses makes it impossible for this martial artist to live an ordinary life.

So without thinking for long, Tonghu readily accepted the invitation.

"No. The reason I admire Leo is that he knows himself very well and rarely hides it."

Ms. Siwa replied, shaking her head.

She was playing with the tea cup with her right hand, and the clean cup wall seemed to reflect herself.

"He once told me that human beings are creatures with moral shackles. No one is born with the desire to be a bad person. Although selfishness, greed, killing and other bad habits are deeply buried in everyone's heart, the reason why they become The kind of villains who become villains in the future are mostly due to various misfortunes or dark pasts."

"So when bad people do bad things, they always find reasons for themselves, or blame the fucked up world. These are his exact words."

A smile broke out on Ms. Siwa's lips, and the background when Leo said these words came to mind.

It was in a Mexican drug lord's villa, surrounded by bullet casings and fallen bodies covering the floor.

"Break your own moral shackles, admit that you are a bastard, a villain, a violent person, and then jump repeatedly on the edge of the boundary between bad and good people. These are my and his exact words."

"It seems that my commander is indeed very interesting."

Tonghu's serious face relaxed and he looked at the wine cellar with curious eyes.

"Then what method will he use to make the minions of the Assassin League speak? I can see that these are real warriors and will not give in because of temporary pain."

"Alpha is a fanatical believer of my father and is absolutely loyal to the League of Assassins."

Nisha, whose legs were numb, mustered up the courage to say.

Although Kagemusha is still afraid of death, the final destination of human beings, in the understanding instilled by the Assassin League, this has become a great sacrifice.

For the Ninja Master, for the evolution of mankind, this kind of sacrifice is a false and beautiful vision of glory and greatness, which is always easy to confuse people's hearts.

So even if Leo threatened to kill Alpha, he would not relent and betray his firm belief.

"You don't want to know what Leo did in the wine cellar. I don't care whether that guy will leak information, because it is inevitable. Compared with this, I care more about whether he can maintain his sanity."

The first half of the sentence is in response to Tonghu, and the first half is in response to Nisha.

Ms. Siwa didn't care about the ninja master's daughter's defense, because she knew that there were few ruthless people in the world who could not let go in Leo's hands.

"We once met in Africa a former field agent of the Stasi, the East German intelligence agency. The man was about 60 years old. He was involved in any business related to the war, such as arms trading, war brokering or Information dealer."

Ms. Siwa stared at Nisha, with compassion in her eyes, and said softly: "What that old man is best at is extracting confessions through torture, and it is the so-called psychological punishment. Leo learned a lot from him."

"You'd better pray that your partner is not strong-willed enough to tell us the information we want, otherwise your end will definitely be worse than death."

When Nessa heard this plain tone, her body couldn't help but tremble, and a chill spread from the bottom of her heart.

The pendulum clock in the living room rang, and three hours passed silently.

The heavy rain outside had long since stopped, and the hazy night sky was slightly brighter.

Leo walked out of the wine cellar calmly. The expensive suit seemed to have been dyed with paint, mixed with the smooth colors of red and white.

The hands were wearing milky white medical rubber gloves, and dazzling blood was dripping from them.

He looked like a doctor who had just completed an operation, exuding an aura of satisfaction and joy.

Leo took off his gloves and mask and smiled lightly.

Looking at the panicked Nisha, her voice was kind and soft: “It’s your turn.”